Page 196 of Micah
“It means I'm investing in your business.”
Her mouth falls open.
“What?”
“I already wired money into the business account.”
Her eyes flash.
“Micah—”
“Before you argue...”
I hold up one hand.
“Call it a loan.”
“A loan?”
“With paperwork.”
“You already...”
“I had my attorney draw it up.”
She stares.
“You had an attorney...”
“I like things in writing.”
For a second I think she's going to yell.
Actually yell.
Those beautiful brown eyes spark with irritation as she glares holes straight through me.
I let her. She deserves that much.
Then I watch something change.
The anger fades.
Not completely.
Just enough for fear to slip through.
She remembers.
The broken bottles.
The men.
Patrick.
Everything that almost happened.
Her shoulders sag. She nods once.
